The Yeah Yeah Tears

You hurry. Quick as you can. Because I am the fucking game.
I'm not running away- I'm just running a little late.

It's become more and more hard to be who i want to be. I also don't know what anybody wants me to be, and maybe if i did it'd be a little easier. Id rather do that than have to worry about myself. And i honestly think that everyone just doesnt want me, not who i am sometimes. Its getting harder. Just a little.

But in those moments, dont you look back, try to find what you've lost, be found where nothing can be found?
It's the difference between a blind man counting how many brushstrokes it took to paint a room with the lights on and the lights off.

Don't you see? ♭ecause I do.


~nästallion~

The Northeastern Connection Has Cracked on Heartbreak (and That is Where I'll Get Off)

fuckin rickenbachers man, fucking rickenbachers. [plasticine]
In order to have a new prevalent clandestine blog for this decade, i thought it best to start fresh.
Mix it up. Be a bitch. Set Myself on Fire.
You know, that old chestnut.
Craig is definitely the norm for now.
twenty-something, twentysomething.
plural.

(nästallion.)